My Uncle Jack’s cord’roys, and then
With it to me she rushed.
“The third, the ‘commoney,’ I got
From out the kitchen drawer;
I nailed it when I went to fetch
Pa’s usual spirit—raw.”
“How many have you, then,” said I,
“If two to you were given;
And one you ‘nailed,’ you wicked boy?”
“Lord love you! I’ve got seven.”